Big Things From Little Things Grow (v1)
•	by taniwhaenz, Jan 30, 2019, 9:24:19 PM
•	Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories
(Contains sexual themes, sex, some more sex, pregnancy talk, and pregnant expansion fantasy.)
(It's not really all that solid. Consider this a draft. This is rescued from something I wrote on Tumblr.)




"We have the whole weekend, sweetheart. You don't have to be nervous.
I'll be nervous enough for both of us, you just... relax. It'll help, I'm sure!

Just come to bed. You don't have to wear anything specia-WHOA.

I take it back. You look ravishing... I guess that's the point of lingerie, right? To get things going, get me excited?
I was already excited about this weekend, but all that lace... you look amazing, love. Mmm, and you feel amazing in my arms...

You’ve been taking your fertility pills, right? One every three days. To make sure we get you nice and big. Round, full, and pregnant. Twins, or triplets… a beautiful, swollen belly for you to caress and show off proudly!

… Wait, what? Three pills every day? No, that’s too many, that’s an overdose! You’ll be at risk for hyperfecundity! Extreme pregnancy like that could be more than your body can handle!

Ohhhh…
I know that smile.

You did that intentionally. You want more than just two or three babies. You want as many as you can possibly get. Are you sure you can take the strain? It might hurt when you grow. When your womb starts to stretch, and stretch, and strrrrreeeeetch…

That’s it. Lay back. Spread your legs and let me fill you! *ah!* Oh god yes… you’re burning hot! Must be all those hormones coursing through you, preparing you to be so, so pregnant…
One single evening letting me flood your womb full, and then you can spend the rest nine months growing.

A little mound on your belly turning into a swelling baby balloon.
You’ll look three months along in just a month. And you’ll keep growing…
You’ll look six months long in just half that time. And you’ll keep growing…

In four months, you’ll be as waddling and swaying, as big as a woman full term with twins. The sonogram will be a jumble of little shapes and feet, they’ll count eight… eleven… is that fourteen or fifteen? Maybe … good lord, twenty three? How can she be so pregnant, she’s a Triple Octomom!

And you’ll keep growing.

So big you can’t even waddle anymore. You can only lay back in bed, womb straining and practically creaking, belly as big as a yoga ball… Bedridden, your belly will swell daily before your eyes, inch after inch.

And you’ll keep growing.
And growing.
And grrrrowwwwwinggg…. more pregnant than an entire maternity ward, belly rising higher towards the ceiling, wider towards the walls with every day. I’ll take care of you and pamper you as you grow to fertility goddess-hood.

Your belly will defy modern medical science, more elastic than a weather balloon… and bigger than one!

What? Of course, I’ll roll over. Sit on top, ride me! Show me that flat, taut belly for one last time before it’s gone forever, stretched and swollen, stuffed jelly tight with life growing inside you.
I *need* to fill you, serve you, worship every curve as you swell, becoming a mountain of belly, a towering fertility goddess! You'll grow... and swell... full and fertile… stuffed to the gills with new life... together, the goddess and her servant! Nnnnghhhc-cant hold back any m-mmMMORRRREEEGODYESSSS!!

*Pant!* Nnnmmmmgod... So m-much… take every drop, let me flood you! Let me gush deep into you and hit every single egg you’ve got!
...Let me rest my hand on your belly, I want to feel it grow!

Mmm, I can practically feel you sloshing like a water balloon! Keep squeezing me like that, let your greedy pussy drain me dry, every drop is yours to take. I… did you feel that? I swear I felt a little vibration. Like a little muscle twinge in your - yes, that! Yes, I can feel it too, through your skin! It’s starting, isn’t it? Eggs taking hold. One by one until you’re the most pregnant woman *ever*!"